Rodger gave me several clumps from his garden years ago, which I planted under the big red oak near the garage. We've moved some to the front of the stone pathway, too, now that the soil is developed enough.

It's a wonderful memory plant for us; Rodger was an extraordinary volunteer at the Garden (where I work), giving so much time to so many projects, from construction to plants.

He's no longer with us, but left a rich legacy, both in his work as a volunteer, a wonderful family, many things I don't know about, but also for all the plants he gave away.

What lovely flowers. I do not grow many irises, only the Louisiana irises, but maybe I need to try others. What a lovely memory of a wonderful person for you every time you see these. I have many plants in my garden from now gone friends and relatives, and I cherish every one.

About this blog

My blog posts span two gardens over the last decade, one in the Piedmont of South Carolina and the other in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Our gardens have been increasingly home to native plants, birds, small mammals, and insects of all sorts. My gardening companion (my husband) is equally the gardener.

Woody, our rescue Golden, is now our fellow gardener, now solely in the mountains of Western North Carolina. He follows his previous fellow goldens (and my former gardening assistants): Mocha and Chessie. They bring life to our gardens.